| 歌曲 | On Golden Fields (De Leeuwen Dansen) |
| 歌手 | Ancient Rites |
| 专辑 | And the Hordes Stood as One |
| 作曲 : Ancient Rites, Theys | |
| We ask not the pleasure that riches supply | |
| Our weapons shall regain | |
| What betrayers must buy | |
| Throwing back the invaders | |
| Reigning our land and waves | |
| And finally teach these nobles | |
| What it means to be slaves | |
| Far more large in numbers | |
| Better armed they came | |
| But are it not our cities | |
| That these rascals claimed? | |
| A victory rather certain | |
| They held within their hands | |
| But courage, craft and justice | |
| Gave us a stronger hand | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| But under foreign rule | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| We shall suffer no more | |
| We shall suffer no more! “ | |
| Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal | |
| Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal | |
| Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen | |
| De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen” | |
| Oh, land of the | |
| Flanders From field to shore | |
| Shall view us as victors | |
| Oh, land of the | |
| Flanders From field to shore | |
| Shall view us as victors | |
| Or view us no more! | |
| For victory was ours against all odds | |
| Truly a miracle in a world without gods | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| But under foreign rule | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| We shall suffer no more | |
| We shall suffer no more! (I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my ears. And the troubadour sings:) “ | |
| Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal | |
| Daar ’t winnen of daar ’t sterven zal | |
| Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen | |
| De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen” | |
| En de leeuwen dansen… |
| zuò qǔ : Ancient Rites, Theys | |
| We ask not the pleasure that riches supply | |
| Our weapons shall regain | |
| What betrayers must buy | |
| Throwing back the invaders | |
| Reigning our land and waves | |
| And finally teach these nobles | |
| What it means to be slaves | |
| Far more large in numbers | |
| Better armed they came | |
| But are it not our cities | |
| That these rascals claimed? | |
| A victory rather certain | |
| They held within their hands | |
| But courage, craft and justice | |
| Gave us a stronger hand | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| But under foreign rule | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| We shall suffer no more | |
| We shall suffer no more! " | |
| Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal | |
| Daar ' t winnen of daar ' t sterven zal | |
| Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen | |
| De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen" | |
| Oh, land of the | |
| Flanders From field to shore | |
| Shall view us as victors | |
| Oh, land of the | |
| Flanders From field to shore | |
| Shall view us as victors | |
| Or view us no more! | |
| For victory was ours against all odds | |
| Truly a miracle in a world without gods | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| But under foreign rule | |
| Bloodstained flags | |
| Hear our men roar | |
| We shall suffer no more | |
| We shall suffer no more! I close my eyes. A voice from a century buried by time and dust teaches my ears. And the troubadour sings: " | |
| Het Vlaamse heir staat immer pal | |
| Daar ' t winnen of daar ' t sterven zal | |
| Alhier, aldaar aan lange lansen | |
| De leeuwen dansen, de leeuwen dansen" | |
| En de leeuwen dansen |